She drops to her knees before I can respond, and my mouth hangs open while my brain tries to play catchup. We just went from zero to sixty, and I don’t even know if my office door is locked.
I also don’t even know if I care. I honestly wouldn’t under normal circumstances, but I have to think about Quinn.
However, I can’t think about anything when she takes my belt off and undoes the button and zipper on my pants.
She takes my cock out and runs her tongue along the underside of it. “Like this?”
I can’t form words.
She laps at the precum beading at the top. “Like this, Professor?”
I twist her long dark hair around my fist and pull her head back, forcing her to look up at me. Until now, our relationship has been slow and sweet. I haven’t minded. We have both been tentative given the nature of our situation, but I need to make it clear to her that I will be anything butsweetwhen given the opportunity to use her body how I’ve wanted to from the moment she fell into my lap.
With a small amount of space between us, I close my eyes and suck in a breath, steadying myself. I run my free hand over the back of my neck and feel my tie there. She took it off for a reason, and I hope it’s the same reason I have in mind now.
I tug at it, allowing the loose end to fall to the floor.
Finally, I look down at her. She hasn’t taken those pretty green eyes from my face, and the look in them nearly undoes my composure.
Not that I had much left to begin with when it comes to her.
I shift around her, the head of my cock grazing her jawline as I do. Dropping onto my knees behind her, I band my forearm around her waist, pulling her against me.
“You want me to teach you how I like my cock sucked, Quinn?” I whisper the words hot against her ear.
She nods her head enthusiastically.
“Words, baby.”
“Yes,” she spits out.
“You’re going to be such a fast learner, aren’t you, Miss Ivor?” I am under no delusions that she needs me to teach her anything. This is nothing more than a little light role-play, the use of our respective honorifics evidence of that.
But I’m willing to humor her—to lean into this dynamic so I can use it to show her this side of me.
“Yes,” she says again.
A quick learner, indeed.
I twist the length of silk fabric around her small wrists, just tight enough that she can feel the restraint of it, but not so tight that she can’t remove it herself if she wants or needs to.
“This okay?” I whisper, tugging gently at the material. I don’t want to go any further without checking in with her first. Just because I assume this is what she insinuated that she wanted doesn’t mean I should take that at face value without asking her to voice it aloud.
“More than,” she replies, and I am not sure my cock has ever been harder than it is at this moment.
I hinge at the hips, angling my face to place a kiss at the edge of her jaw. “That’s my good girl.”
She squirms at my praise, and I like it a lot.
“I like my cock sucked,Miss Ivor,” I say her name like a taunt. “By you, bound at my feet, loving the way I fuck your face so much that you'll be thinking about the feel of me down your pretty throat for days.”
I stand again and move back in front of her. She looks up at me—waiting for my instruction—with such trust that I almost blow my load on her face right then and there.
I try to imagine the most unattractive thing I can think of to prolong this. Decomposing flesh comes to mind.
That does the trick.
I tap beneath her chin wordlessly as I stroke my shaft. She opens for me so fucking obediently. There is a look on her face I’ve seen plenty of times, but not one I want to see in this scenario.
